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Day 4: Finally made the soup. One salt-free bouillion cube, one regular. Four cups of water. I put mini sweet peppers and broccoli in it. It was dee-lish (of course anything that doesn't taste disgusting is automatically upgraded to "delicious" these days.)

Still eating a lot of junk food, such as Sbarro's calzone (today), Costco cheese pizza (yesterday), soda (every day.) But the added fruit and vegetable intake has to be good for something. (Mrs. K: "I eat a lot of salads nowadays. And I crap four times a day now!") If there is such a thing as being too frank, I will never give you cause to accuse me of it.

There's a recipe in my book for falafel. Also one for cottage pie. Falafel is a fun word to say, and pie is a cute word to look at. If I invented a recipe for falafel pie, the fun might never end. And once again, thats enough about food for one entry.

Went to Home Depot and various pet stores today.

I had a dream last night that I was driving really fast on a crowded stretch of interstate. I was driving a minivan full of people I knew, no one I can particularly remember. We were late, or going to be late, and our exit was coming up. The harder I braked, the faster we went. I knew there was a way to get off the freeway without getting hit or hitting anyone, but our timing needed to be perfect and I couldn't make any mistakes. All I can remember is going so fast that I knew I wasn't in control, and braking hard and going even faster.

I told Nir about my dream when she called tonight (with great news -- her brother got into Iolani and she got a call and FedEx delivery from the New York Times) and she agreed with me -- it's about school. The term is culminating at breakneck speed and I have tons of blank pages to fill and should be more rested than I feel because I'm sleeping more than I should. There's something circular yet wrong about that. Things are really down to the wire, even if I'm not acting like it yet. And there's a way out of this death trap traffic jam, even if I don't see it yet.

I wish I were choosing between law school and the New York Times. I wish I were graduating for the first time again. I wish I were wasting time at a long table, laughing at stupid things with people I don't yet find stupid. I wish I were standing in line for Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. I wish I were waking up again.

I hate it when I wish I were anywhere but here.